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Sure, Anon! Here’s the first part for the interested.

Aradia curses every moment of her past that lead up to this moment. Carrying eggs for the two of them seemed like a great idea right up until the laying. She’s managed to get one out of her after hours of work. The eggs are large and take so much effort to push out even with all of her body trying to help. She’s not looking forward to the other two. Still, just lying here isn’t going to finish anything. The eggs need to come out.

Feferi gives her hand a squeeze. “You can do it, Aradia! The first one is always the worst!”

Somehow, Aradia doubts that. She’s so tired already and she has to do this twice more. With a groan, she gets back to work. Feferi continues to pipe out support and move around Aradia to do as much as she can wherever is needed.

After yet more exhausting hours, Aradia finally pushes the third and final egg free. She collapses into the pillows behind her. Feferi takes charge of the eggs, wiping them off, and setting them in a small nest of blankets. This is close to Aradia who eyes them even as she catches her breath.

They look just as large outside her as they felt as she laid them, bigger almost. Feferi comes over and pushes Aradia’s hair off her forehead. “You did it! You’re amazing, Aradia.” She gets an arm around her shoulders and helps her sit up to sip some water.

Aradia leans into her once that’s done. She feels terrible, exhausted, empty, and dirty. Feferi hugs her and continues telling her how beautiful and amazing she is. Aradia relaxes against her, appreciating the reassurance.

After a couple of minutes though, a nagging feeling is growing. She lifts her head and looks over Feferi’s shoulder at the eggs. They’re too far away. She just got them out of her and is very relieved to have them out, but they need to be closer. It’s just, hard to feel like it’s really over without feeling them.

She looks at Feferi. “Tug them over here?”

Feferi arches an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. She helps Aradia get settled against the pillows again and then moves the egg nest next to her. Aradia reaches out and rubs a hand over the top of one of the eggs. Feferi takes her other side, snuggling up close and giving her something to lean against as needed. She puts a hand around Aradia’s middle.

Aradia leans into her, hand still resting on one of the eggs. “I did it.”

I swear to god I never get alerts for asks on this blog. Hope you haven’t been waiting too long Anon.

“Push with the contraction, come on Aradia!”

Aradia honestly wants to punch her right in her cheerful, bubbly mouth. She doesn’t quite have the strength or the focus to aim correctly at the moment so she does not. Feferi is just trying to help after all. Aradia drops her head back, hair sticking to her neck with sweat as she shoves with all her strength.

The egg slides the smallest bit out.

The contraction ends and Aradia whines, deep in her throat as she relaxes. The egg has been right there, ready to be laid for over an hour, but she just can’t get it out.

“It’s too big,” she tells Feferi.

Feferi shakes her head. “Oh no, it’ll be alright! You just need to take your time!” She pushes some of Aradia’s hair off her face and pulls the rest of it off of her neck.

Aradia tries to catch her breath, but the next contraction is on her and she whines and starts to push again. Feferi moves down to her legs, pressing them open just a bit further to look. “It’s right there, Aradia! Just a bit more!”

“It’s been there for ages!” Aradia wants to cry, but she just keeps pushing. It has to come out. It can’t stay there forever. She thought this would be easier. Trolls could lay eggs. Shouldn’t that mean that the eggs were made to come out?

Feferi’s hand rubs at the swell of her stomach which is taunt with the pressure and squeeze of her muscles. “Come on, come on. This is your porpoise!”

Aradia doesn’t know if Feferi is talking to her or the egg, but she just keeps pushing and is rewarded with the egg moving a bit further. Most of it is still inside her of she’d ask Feferi to just pull it out already.

“Water, please.”

Feferi rubs her hand over Aradia’s stomach and then brings her a drink. “It’s coming. You’re almost there.” She kisses Aradia’s forehead and rubs between her horns, detangling a couple pieces of her hair.

Aradia nods and then starts to push with a new contraction. Everything hurts and she can feel the widest part of the egg reaching the lips of her nook. Oh mother grub just let it free already. Feferi is back in place down there, ready to help when she can.

Another push and another and the egg is stuck half in and half out, but then she can feel it move again and the widest part is free. She could cry from relief and maybe already is.

Feferi gives it a good look, and tries to get a hand on the egg. There’s not quite enough of it and she looks at Aradia. “One more push and it’ll be over.”

Aradia nods and when she’s ready bears down with all her strength. Now it goes quick and the egg is free before she can really feel it leave her. The release of pressure is amazing and she collapses back into the pillows.

Feferi takes charge of the egg, wiping it off and making sure it’s set safely out of the way. That done she moves to Aradia who looks like she’s had most of the life sucked out of her. Feferi rubs her stomach, trying to help ease the throbbing muscles.

“You did it.”

“I did it.”

Feferi smiles. “The other two should be ready to be laid soon too.”

If there was one thing Dualscar really liked about Darkleer, it was that the troll never acted like he was going to break him or the other way around. They had to really try to hurt each other and they never really fucking tried. There was strength in their touches toward one another and no need to really restrain it.

It means Darkleer’s behavior now is even more fucking annoying. Dualscar gets a few fucking eggs growing in his guts and now Darkleer is barely brushing his fingers over Dualscar’s skin anytime he has to touch him. It’s fucking annoying. Dualscar is the fucking Orphaner, not some pet violet doll of the Empress’s. He has sailed through twelve kinds of shit and flipped off the thirteenth as he kept going. He is not going to break because Darkleer wants to touch him.

In fact, he tells Darkleer as much after one delicate brush of fingers over his cheek. Dualscar grabs the offending hand by the wrist. “Darkleer, for the love of fuck, please just touch me.”

Darkleer blinks slowly. “I just did. You are now touching me.”

“No, you’re fucking dusting me like a breakable ass lamp that you treasure despite it being ugly as shit. I want you to touch me.” Dualscar brings the hand up and presses it to his cheek. He makes it touch, makes it dent his skin with the pressure. It still won’t bruise him.

Darkleer tugs it away. “I fail to see the point in this.”

Dualscar snaps his teeth together and rocks his weight back on his heels slightly. His back is sore and he rubs it with a hand, the other steadying on the swell of his stomach. “The fucking point is that I want to be touched and no fucking bunch of eggs in my bowels is going to make me more breakable. You haven’t hurt me before and you ain’t gonna hurt me now.”

Darkleer’s eyes dart down to his stomach and then back up, but Dualscar saw it. Even as Darkleer inhales to speak, Dualscar cuts him off. “No, I fucking mean it. I’ll be fucking fine even with your goddamn strength and so will the parasites.” He reaches out to grab Darkleer’s wrist again though this time he’s softer as he tugs it out. He pulls until it touches his stomach. “I’m still iron and I’m still not gonna snap like wood.”

Darkleer sighs. “I suppose not, but being cautious only keeps from hurting you accidentally.” His hand rubs over the swell a little and Dualscar sighs, shifting his weight again. “You need to sit down. Enough yelling about my touching you too carefully. Sit and I will rub your back.” He puts an arm out so Dualscar can lean into him.

The seatroll does so gratefully. “That’s why I like you. Don’t do the cautious thing. Makes me dislike you like all the others.” Dualscar nuzzles Darkleer’s shoulder. Darkleer rolls his eyes and squeezes Dualscar’s side like he would regularly.

“Okay so, you’re gravid.”

“Yes, Sign. How many fucking times do you want me to say it?”

Signless is leaning on one hand and hiding his smile with the hand. “I’m just trying to understand. I never really knew this was a thing. It’s a very good thing, but it’s something I need to adjust to.”

Dualscar rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and slumps back into his couch. “Sure, but you don’t seem that fucking shocked.”

“I’m not surprised to hear that it’s possible. Certain body structures my mother has discussed implied that it might have once been possible not so long ago. Of course she wanted every aspect under her control…”

“Sign, before you go off can we please focus?” Dualscar rubs his forehead and then recrosses his arms. “What the fuck are we going to do?”

Signless gets up off the chair and comes over to take a seat next to him on the couch. “That’s up to you. I don’t really know anything about it and it sounds sort of like you do. It’s your body, Dual.” He reaches out a hand and rests it on the seadweller’s arm. There’s the smallest of swells to his stomach. The only reason it’s a giveaway is how conscious about his shape Dualscar usually is. Signless smiles slightly to look at it.

Dualscar squints at him. “You’re grinnin’. Why the fuck are you grinning? You think it’s going to be easy to deal with this shit? It’s not. It’s fucking hard and annoying as shit. And unless your lusus can magic a way into the caverns…”

Signless rubs his arm. “Relax. We’ll deal with that when we get there. Does that mean you’re going to carry them?”

Dualscar sinks back again. “No real way to remove them safely.,” he grumbles. “Better to do it and it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“It’s the first time because of me,” Signless says and the pride in his voice is fairly obvious.

Dualscar rolls his eyes and unfolds his arms to let one settle around Signless’s shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, and that makes this batch your responsibility. Which means sticking around and helping me.”